"Oh, gosh. I would probably not do well speaking to them, then." Sam knew he was easily confused by people quick with words, especially if they intimidated him. Normal conversations were already a minefield for him, something he found difficult (evidenced by the many times he'd said something that Remi had taken in ways he hadn't even predicted) so conversations with someone actively trying to misdirect sounded hellish.
Remi was right: Sam did not know the extent of Remi's abilities. "No, I don't remember it all. Well..most of it, any of it. But um..." Sheepishly he laughed and rubbed the back of his neck, looked up at Remi as if caught in the midst of something embarrassing. "I was more just hoping to have some fun with it. I don't...often do things just for fun, and I don't really have a practical use for it. That's why I asked you what your favourite thing you can do is."
He hoped Remi did not consider his magic sacred, something to never be used for entertainment; but from what he'd read that didn't seem the case and it was hardly like a ladder for the Atheneum was a matter of great importance.
Samuel
I tried to dance with the devil on your back
